dhibooks Chapter 18
Chapter 18
When the first autumn wind of this year blew over Jinling City, Yan Chunxi's knee injury finally healed, and he could walk without hindrance.
He didn't delay even one day, and from the day he could get out of bed, he never wanted to live in Liufang Pavilion again.
Guan Junchen didn't say much, he just ordered people to put Yan Chunxi's residence in a courtyard not far to the west of Liufang Pavilion. People like to squeeze together.
At the beginning of autumn, Yan Chunxi began to follow Guan Junchen as a servant.
He was no longer dressed as he was when Mr. Heyuan was, all the jade crowns on his head were removed, his smooth black hair was only tied up with a cloth towel, and the brocade robe was replaced by simple and rough cloth.
Guan Junchen originally thought that even the most beautiful person should rely on some clothes, but when Yan Chunxi stood in front of him like this for the first time, he still couldn't help being stunned for a moment.
After Yan Chunxi recovered from his injury, he lost a lot of weight, but his figure became more elegant like a tall green bamboo.
He didn't wear any accessories, and a pair of slender wrists protruded from the plain cuffs hanging by his side, standing there without saying a word.
The morning sun shone on the young man's clear and clean face, and that faint look of alienation made Guan Junchen's heart flutter even more.
Guan Junchen sat at the desk in Hanwenzhai, and turned his eyes unnaturally. He picked up the pen again, and simply ordered: "Research ink."
"Yes." Yan Chunxi replied, he took two steps forward and stood by the side of the desk, rolled up his cuffs, picked up an ink ingot, and slowly grinded it in circles in one direction on the inkstone.
Guan Junchen originally had business to deal with, but when Yan Chunxi stood beside him, he suddenly became confused and could no longer concentrate on writing instructions.
He thought of this year's spring, Yan Chunxi was lying on the desk in front of him, and after being stripped naked, he painted on his naked body with a wolf hair brush.
At that time, the young man was holding a pretty peach blossom in his mouth, his legs were wide open, and he was looking at him with moist eyes.
He never thought about painting on his body even when he was young.
But when he was with Yan Chunxi, he always seemed to have endless interest in romantic affairs.
For his little tricks, the boy was neither afraid nor even too shy, but eagerly looked forward to his caressing and teasing, even if it was the slightest bit of torture he gave, he would accept it with admiration and contentment.
Guan Junchen knew that it was a kind of little guy's instinctive admiration for his proficient Fengyue skills, and he even willingly handed over the lust of his whole body to him to dominate.
There is no man in the world who can't love the worship of his subordinates on the bed, that is the ultimate compliment in the world.
But such a happy and beautiful love affair has never happened since then.
Guan Junchen was a little lost in thought, he raised his head and looked at Yan Chunxi who was standing close to him, and couldn't help but ask, "Does your knee hurt after standing for so long?"
He kept his face calm, but when he asked in a low voice, what was in his mind was extremely vulgar thoughts, and he really wanted to strip Yan Chunxi of his clothes immediately and fuck him hard.
This is really a bit embarrassing.
"It doesn't hurt."
The young man's voice was cold.
He lowered his head, his eyes were fixed on the inkstone, and he didn't look at Guan Junchen, as if the small square inkstone was all he paid attention to, and he didn't even care about the extra words. unwilling to say.
Guan Junchen was a little angry for no reason, he frowned: "How can you be an errand, and you don't even know how to prepare a cup of tea?"
He had a straight face, but his tone was not fierce, and he stared at Yan Chunxi with a pair of red and phoenix eyes.
"My lord, calm down."
Yan Chunxi didn't look frightened at all. He lowered his head, slowly put down the ink ingot, bowed and bowed before walking out: "I'm going to make tea right now."
"return."
Guan Junchen slammed down his pen, choked by Yan Chunxi's recalcitrance, and said with a sullen face, "I don't want to drink anymore."
Yan Chunxi also accepted it submissively. Hearing what Guan Junchen said, he walked back to continue grinding without asking a word.
Guan Junchen was so angry that his viscera ached a little. He shouldn't have promised Yan Chunxi to be a servant. This stubborn little bastard should have been tied to the bed by him, and he could fuck whenever he wanted.
But when he thought of Yan Chunxi lying lifeless in Liufang Pavilion recuperating from his injuries, he suddenly felt bored again.
He obviously has eighteen crane gardens where he can vent his desires, but the only thing he wants to embrace is the warm sun in the spring of Gusu.
But the only person in the world who has the ability to return that warm sun to him is this indifferent young boy in front of him.
His power and position as the prince of the current dynasty is so powerless and pale at this moment.
……
Guan Junchen was not willing to ask Yan Chunxi to stand still, so after a while, he ordered the young man to go back to the side courtyard and wait for him at dinner time.
As soon as he immersed himself in it, he was busy until dusk, and he didn't even use lunch, he just ate two plates of snacks and fooled himself like that.
General Pei led the Flying Tiger Army to escort King Pingnan over 800 miles out of the Fujian-Zhejiang border, and will arrive in Chang'an after half a month's march.
The spies came to report today that since King Ping Nan was taken down, Emperor Zhou Ying issued only one imperial edict on this matter. As soon as General Pei entered the capital, he would immediately put the criminals in prison. The Southern King conspired against the major case, and the three divisions cooperated in the trial.
As soon as Guan Junchen saw the three divisions co-trialing, he felt bad. In the Zhou Dynasty, there was a practice of three divisions co-trialing important cases. The divisions used this to check and balance each other, and there was always room for mediation.
But this time, it was the unprecedented Wuyi Lane presiding judge, with three divisions coordinating the trial. Such an arrangement really sent chills down the spine.
Niaoyi Lane is a sharp sword in the hands of the emperor. When no one can check and balance this sharp sword, blood will flow into rivers from the ruling and opposition parties.
However, after Emperor Zhou Ying came to the throne, the power of Bird Clothes Lane had grown silently, and it had already begun to be seen in the case of King Xiang.
This time, in the case of King Pingnan, if Wuyixiang once again overshadows the sky with one hand, as it did when King Xiang reversed the case, it will be the most dangerous moment for Guan Junchen.
He seemed to be placed in a big net, and felt that Emperor Zhou Ying was gradually tightening the net. Although he was also making various preparations, he always had the feeling that struggling was futile.
It's hard to describe the dire straits.
His temperament has always been gloomy and reticent, so he seldom speaks out the depression in his heart, but after holding it in for a long time, he really feels powerless.
When Yan Chunxi came to Hanwenzhai with dinner in hand, the first thing he saw was Guan Junchen holding a pen in one hand and resting his forehead in thought with the other.
The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on Guan Junchen's black robe, and he looked more tired than ever.
Yan Chunxi walked over silently and took out the stacks of food and arranged them. While arranging, he couldn't help but cast a glance at Guan Junchen who was still motionless.
Guan Junchen closed his eyes, the sword pattern between his brows was deeply twisted, and the tip of the Langhao brush in his hand was pressed heavily on the paper, and he did not move for a long time.
Yan Chunxi looked intently and saw that Guan Junchen wrote the word "loyalty".
That cursive writing is extremely beautiful, vigorous and strong, and the dragon moves like a snake.
It's just that the Chinese character is inserted vertically into the center of the heart, and even through a piece of paper, I can feel the blood rushing towards my face.
Guan Junchen's brushstroke stopped at the last point of the word "Xin", and a little thick ink on the plain white soaked the paper, making it feel endlessly dense.
Looking at the word "loyalty" on the paper, Yan Chunxi couldn't help being slightly stunned.
At this moment, Wang Jinzhi knocked on the door and walked in.
Guan Junchen opened a pair of dark phoenix eyes: "Is there something wrong?"
Wang Jinzhi bowed and saluted, hesitated for a while before saying: "My lord, Mr. Cheng is not feeling well, I asked the doctor to look at it, and said that I am afraid I can't serve you these days..."
Guan Junchen didn't have any fluctuations in his eyes, and said impatiently: "Understood. You can do as you see, and you don't need to tell me such trivial matters."
A complicated look flashed across Wang Jinzhi's face, but he immediately lowered his head and replied, "Yes."
After Wang Jinzhi withdrew, Guan Junchen lazily picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat something.
But when he raised his eyes and saw Yan Chunxi standing by the desk, his almond eyes looked at him with a hint of sarcasm, he couldn't help frowning, and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this?"
Yan Chunxi turned his head away from looking at Guan Junchen, and only responded, "It's nothing."
Guan Junchen was also a little angry, he narrowed his eyes dangerously, and said in a deep voice: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't hide it to be annoying, aren't you quite courageous?"
Yan Chunxi was so aroused, his eyes burst into anger for a moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Guan Junchen: "I looked at you, thinking——do you really have no human feelings at all?"
The young man's tone was stiff, he didn't care the slightest about Guan Junchen's face that turned livid in an instant, and asked word by word.
"Mr. Cheng is unwell. Didn't he get hurt by you earlier? What did he do wrong to be beaten up like that by you? Mr. Cheng has suffered for no reason, but now it is insignificant in your eyes. Little things that don't even need to be told. You, how can you bear it—"
"shut up."
Guan Junchen was furious when he heard this, he put down the bowl and chopsticks and interrupted Yan Chunxi, and said angrily, "You still know how to feel sorry for Qi Cheng Yixuan? He is not wrong, but he is not stupid, and he knows that he will report you to Wang Jinzhi Did you think of that dirty thing?"
"I told you a long time ago, think more about yourself in everything, don't worry about other people's affairs, and you are lucky if you don't come to harm you. You are good, stupid thing, who cares about everyone's affairs, but I treat you You never listen to what you say."
He was extremely annoyed, the stubborn donkey in front of him was really hateful.
When writing the confession, he wanted to protect the guards, but was bitten by others. At this point, he still missed the irrelevant Cheng Yixuan. He was able to protect others, but he just criticized him in every possible way.
Even though he was already softening his body like this, he didn't show any kindness.
Thinking about these things, Guan Junchen became extremely angry, but his mood changed, and he gradually felt aggrieved and uncomfortable.
And when Yan Chunxi heard Guan Junchen mentioned Cheng Yixuan's report, his heart suddenly became empty again.
Why doesn't he feel that people's hearts are terrible, but he doesn't care about those people and how they treat him after all.
No one in this world can hurt him like Guan Junchen.He said it was Cheng Yixuan, but he never thought about his own situation in his heart.
The expression on his face was a little depressed, and he said calmly: "So what if Cheng Yixuan reports? Think about yourself more in everything, keep your heart in your heart, and don't give it to anyone. Mr. Cheng just listened to what you said."
When Yan Chunxi said this, he raised his eyebrows slightly. He looked at Guan Junchen, and a strong mockery suddenly appeared on his face. He suddenly looked directly at Guan Junchen, and asked, "Dare to ask the lord, you only think about yourself. Just everyone thinks about themselves, if things go on like this, you are not afraid that one day you will grow old, or one day you will fall down—will you end up as a lonely family?"
"Yan Chunxi, you are presumptuous!"
Guan Junchen didn't know how many years he hadn't been so angry. He was trembling all over, and he stood up suddenly, his right hand was already raised high.
Yan Chunxi raised his long gown and knelt in front of Guan Junchen, he bit his lips tightly, and closed his eyes trembling slightly.
But he didn't wait for that slap for a long time.
He was a little dazed, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Guan Junchen withdraw his hand, and slowly sat back down.
"Xi'er, you have grown taller."
Guan Junchen suddenly said something that didn't make sense.
He shook his head, his voice low and hoarse.
"Although you have grown taller, you are still too young. I can't make you understand many things instantly. People at my age are always stingy. To Cheng Yixuan, I really have nothing to give except food and clothing. If he doesn't want to leave the house immediately, I won't feel any pity at all. I only have the ability to be gentle with one person, don't you really understand, who am I giving this little bit to? "
Yan Chunxi raised his head and looked at Guan Junchen in a daze. When those Danfeng eyes, which were always dignified and majestic in the past, looked at him, there was deep exhaustion inside.
"Xi'er, can you think about it for me too? I'm almost 36—some things, it's fine for others to say, but if you say it, sentence by sentence, every sentence is like stabbing my heart with a knife... ... I, I really can't bear it."
Guan Junchen was sitting in a chair, the vast twilight fell on him, making his back look a little stooped for the first time.
The mighty Prince Ning seemed depressed like never before at this moment. He huddled in the shadows and remained silent for a long time, then finally stretched out his hand and gently touched Yan Chunxi's head: "Get up, your knees are just right, don't kneel."
For the first time after being injured, Yan Chunxi did not avoid Guan Junchen's touch, but let the man gently touch his forehead.
His lips trembled, and in the end he just lowered his head in silence, showing Guan Junchen his long and stubborn neck.
Guan Junchen sighed, held Yan Chunxi's arm and forcibly pulled the boy up.
"Let me have a meal." His voice was a little hoarse.
Yan Chunxi let out an "ah" and froze for a moment in embarrassment.
It was only then that he remembered that he didn't even set the food for Guan Junchen, so he said a lot of annoying things.
If it is true, he is a servant, and it is really outrageous.
Yan Chunxi flusteredly put a plate of exquisite dishes on the desk, he actually didn't know how to serve the dishes, he piled up a pile of vegetarian dishes in front of Guan Junchen in a mess, this habit is still the same as before.
A slight smile appeared on the corner of Guan Junchen's mouth. He took out another set of bowls and chopsticks from the food box and put them aside, and said flatly, "Sit down too, and eat with me."
Yan Chunxi hesitated for a moment, but silently moved a small stool and sat on one side.
He took a closer look at the dishes on the table when he picked up the bowls and chopsticks. He saw that several dishes of meat dishes were from Gusu, and one of them was braised duck. For a moment, the hand holding the chopsticks couldn't help shaking slightly. for a moment.
Guan Junchen asked him if he didn't know who the only bit of tenderness was given to.
But how dare he know, how dare he think.
Compared with tenderness, he only realized it with the injuries all over his body. It was the appearance of that person when he was hard-hearted.
Guan Junchen saw that Yan Chunxi was not moving, so he stretched out his chopsticks to put a piece of duck meat in the boy's bowl, and said slowly: "It's autumn, these ducks have been swimming in the water for a whole summer, and the meat all over their bodies is tender and strong. It’s the best time to eat. If you wait until winter and the ducks start hoarding meat fat to keep out the cold, then it will be too bulky and greasy.”
Yan Chunxi lowered his head and slowly chewed the fresh and tender duck meat. He likes to eat stewed duck, but he rarely thinks about these things.
Hearing Guan Junchen's eloquence, I suddenly felt a pang of sadness in my heart.
In the past, he often lay naked on Guan Junchen's broad chest, listening to Guan Junchen talk to him with bright eyes.
Although Guan Junchen looked gloomy, he was patient with him.
Night after night, I slowly told him about the setting sun like blood outside the Great Wall, about the mysterious masters in the imperial palace, about the majestic momentum of Chang'an, the number one city in the world, about the charming young men in Jiangnan City, and about the rough and rough people in the northern part of the Great Wall. Lamb pot.
He became a slave to sin at the age of 16 and had never traveled thousands of miles.
The majestic world of Great Zhou, those magnificent mountains and rivers that cannot be reached by body, can only be slowly unfolded to him through Guan Junchen's mouth.
To him, Guan Junchen is omniscient and omnipotent.
His deep and steady voice, his calm and calm face, and even the inadvertent lines at the end of his eyes that hide the traces of time, made him fall into admiration and admiration involuntarily for every minute and every centimeter.
When looking into those deep eyes full of rich experience, he always imagined Guan Junchen's life as if imagining a distant legend.
Those mysterious and incomprehensible, spread out in his mind a glorious scroll of ups and downs.
In that picture scroll, the figure of Guan Junchen will always be the tall champion Hou 12 years ago - riding his horse and whip wantonly in the mountains and rivers of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
But just now, when he knelt on the ground and looked up at Guan Junchen's exhausted appearance.
In the bleak twilight, the Ruoyouuowu vicissitudes of life quietly climbed up the noble eyebrows and corners of the eyes
He felt that the handsome man in front of him was slowly aging at a speed that he could see with the naked eye.
Old age is not a face full of wrinkles and a rickety figure, but a sudden loss of vigor, one decline, another exhaustion, and finally powerlessness.
Yan Chunxi never thought that Guan Junchen would grow old, never thought that Guan Junchen would show such a weak and dejected look in front of him one day.
He seemed to see a majestic mountain that he thought he could look up to forever collapsed in front of him.
He panicked.
He was already exhausting all his will to be hostile, to resist, and even to hate Guan Junchen.
But just now, a terrible thought suddenly appeared in his heart, whether he had never really understood the man in front of him.
In the 18 years before he was born, he never knew about Guan Junchen's past;
In the short time he spent with Guan Junchen, he never understood Guan Junchen's situation outside of love.
If he had never really understood Guan Junchen, then the lingering love he said and the love he had for his elder brother, wouldn't he be too presumptuous.
He... what qualifications does he have to be the one-hearted person beside Guan Junchen.
Yan Chunxi was holding the porcelain bowl, and suddenly felt tightness in his chest.
At this moment, Si Yue suddenly knocked on the door outside Hanwenzhai, and said softly: "My lord, the second steward is back and is waiting for you outside."
When Guan Junchen heard the words "Second Steward", a moment of solemnity flashed across his eyes. He put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said softly to Yan Chunxi, "Go and rest. If you still want to eat, go to the kitchen and call."
Yan Chunxi was supposed to switch vigils with Si Yue, but Guan Junchen thought of Yan Chunxi's injury and just didn't want to disturb his sleep at night, so he had Si Yue come to watch at night these days, and sent Yan Chunxi back to rest from time to time during the day.
Yan Chunxi's thoughts were chaotic. After standing up, he walked out in a daze. The moment he went out, he almost collided with a tall man in black.
He had never met the second steward of the palace, so he had no impression of it, so he saluted hastily and left.
When walking alone in the huge courtyard of the palace, Yan Chunxi suddenly felt more and more tired.
He was so tired.
It is a simple matter to hate, and all the energy and spirit of his body are concentrated here.
But when this simplest belief began to shake, he felt unprecedentedly confused and overwhelmed.
As soon as this energy of confrontation with Guan Junchen dissipated, he suddenly couldn't raise his spirits for the long days day after day.
He was alone in the eternal night, as if he couldn't get out of this endless darkness no matter how he walked.
He stumbled and walked, but he felt so lost in his heart, he wanted to lie on the road like this and never get up again.